With no free time of his own he, was ordered—“locked” in his room by his cruel, aunt, disconnected from his friends. He missed the days when he used to live with his mother, and every summer break she let him roam the streets with his friends, April, Koby

It was either do or die. Being a disappointment to my friends was not an option. At school, the name Anthony Wilson meant something. Others noticed me. Bullies steered clear. Life seemed enjoyable again, and I wasn’t going back to loneliness.